I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
  I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
  (And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
  I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
  I'm going out to fetch the little calf
  That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
  It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
  I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
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